Daniel Drake: Who are you, and why are you doing this? Harold Finch: We help people, even when they don't necessarily deserve it. Sabrina Drake: You must think we're monsters. Harold Finch: No. I have looked into the faces of real monsters, Mrs. Drake. What I see here are two people who stopped talking to one another, whose frustration turned to hatred. Although, though, unlike other couples, you've opted for murder instead of divorce. I suppose I should commend you for being so goal-oriented.

Sabrina Drake: Whatever you want, just tell us, we will make it happen. Daniel Drake: Who are you? John Reese: I'm the guy who stopped you two jokers from killing each other. Sabrina Drake: I don't know what you're talking about. John Reese: [Ignores her, looks at Daniel] Where's Nestor Santiago? Sabrina Drake: [Offended] Nestor? You hired Nestor to kill me? The drug-addicted lunatic?

Daniel Drake: Where are we going? John Reese: You said you want to go home. That's where we're going. Sabrina Drake: You - you said they'd be expecting us there. John Reese: If we can't call off the dogs, we'll bring them to us.